He swallowed hard, both the grape and the sudden lump in his throat. Part of him had hoped that it would have just a been a one-time thing, but he really should have known better.

That was just his luck.

He shuddered a little as sorcerer traced the grape along his beak, and he hesitated a little. It was easy to tell the kinds of moods Magica was in and what she wanted him to do, even if it took a little time at first. But he had no idea what Poe was like, and the brief time hadn't given him much to go on.